Chapter Seven (The Born-Again Identity)

It wasn't until three days later until another tablet came, marked with various numbers that Fitz had concluded were coordinates to where the four locks were at.

"Skye, where do the coordinates place that locks at?" Coulson asked, looking at Skye who was typing away at her computer.

Skye looked at the locations that the coordinates had marked, "Well, one is not far from here. The others are a little far though. There's one in Ohio, one in Kansas, and one in South Carolina. So there's gonna be a bit of travel."

"Great." Coulson muttered.

"Do we even have a mode of transportation anymore?" Ward asked. "Where's the Bus at?"

"It's still in that airfield not too far out of the city. Right where we left it." May said. "But it may not even run anymore. And if it does, where are we going to get the fuel for it?"

"There has to be some amount of fuel stored at that airfield." Coulson said. "We'll just have to look."

"And how are we gonna get there?" Fitz asked. "That's at least an hour or two walk, and we don't have a car no more."

"We'll take one right off the street." Coulson said. "There are plenty scattered around, and we can probably siphon enough gas out of them to get one tank filled. And we have to find one that can fit seven people."

"No mini vans." Ward said.

"We'll get what we can find!"

It took an hour and a half of looking and killing a few demons to find something suitable that still ran pretty well and could fit all of them and their supplies. They ended up with a car that looked pretty similar to their old one that had three rows.

They packed in and May sped quickly through the desolate streets of New York City. The city had become a ghost town after the demons had taken over. Everyone had either died, taken shelter, moved away, or gotten possessed. It was almost empty and had an eerie feel to it.

May maneuvered the car around abandoned vehicles and even dead bodies. At this rate, they would be at the airfield in about thirty minutes.

The first lock was not too far from the airfield, about an hour at that. Skye had tracked it to an old graveyard at an abandoned church. They had to get there fast, there was no telling if there were any demons on their tail.

They finally got to the airfield with just a little delay, they had to take a detour due to a fallen bridge. They got out of the car, got their stuff and went through a hole in the fence.

The Bus was still there and still was in good condition. May went directly into the Bus to test the systems and the gas, Triplett went to look for a gas supply. The rest of the group went inside and placed their supplies down.

Of course, Fitzsimmons went straight to the lab to check everything in it.

May came out of the cockpit a few minutes later as Triplett came back, "The systems are good and everything seems to be running well, we just need gas."

"The gas tanks on the lot still have a good bit in them." Triplett said. "Just enough to give this plane a full tank of gas."

"Good, I'll go do that." May said, walking out of the plane.

"Alright, we'll be leaving soon." Coulson said. "So be prepared for take off."

Ward felt sick to his stomach and felt another headache coming on. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, luckily the Bus somehow still had full tanks of water or either May was filling them up.

The headache slowly became worse as Ward looked to the small mirror at his face. But he backed up at what he saw. His eyes were pitch-black, no color in them at all.

He hit the wall behind him as he backed up. Garrett appeared in front of him. "What the hell is this?!" Ward exclaimed.

Garrett smiled, "Don't you see, son? I'm showing you your future." he asked. "It's always been in your nature, ever since you were born. During your childhood, when you burnt your house down and were sent to jail. When you joined that pathetic team and when you betrayed them for me. It's always been there, watching, waiting. This is what you're destined to become."

"I am not that!" Ward screamed. "I've changed!"

"Sure you have." Garrett laughed, fading away.

Ward's legs buckled and he fell to the floor. He stared at his reflection in the mirror as his eyes slowly returned to normal. He asked himself one question as he felt the plane lurch and ascend into the sky. What the hell was wrong with him?

Author's Note: I dont own AoS, Marvel does. The chapter title is an episode title from Supernatural. The team has located the four locks, has found the Bus, and is on their way to the first one. But something is wrong with Ward, and it doesnt look good. Marvel's Agents of SHIELD will return in a chapter. Keep reading and PLEASE review! ~AwakeAndAliveSpartan.